Bright Eyes:Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh Lyrics

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The phone slips from a loose grip.Words were missed then some apology,"I didn't want to tell you this,No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with...Oh, I don't know, the past couple of weeks I guess."I thank you and hang up the phone,Let the funeral start,Hear the casket close.Let's pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat.Still laughter pours from under doors in this house,I don't understand that sound no more.It seems artificial, like a T.V. set.

Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh,This weight it must be satisfied,You offer only one reply:You know not what you do.But you tear and tear your hair from roots,From that same head you've twice removed, nowA lock of hair you said would proveOur love would never die.Well, ha ha ha.

But I remember everything,The words we spoke on freezing South street,And all those mornings watching you get ready for school.You combed your hair inside that mirror,The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears.Something about those bright colorsWould always make you feel better.But now we speak with ruined tonguesAnd the words we say aren't meant for anyone.It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintanceBut there was once you,You said you hate my suffering and you understood,And you'd take care of me.You'd always be there,Well where are you now?

Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh,The plans were never finalizedBut left to hang like yarn and twine,Dangling before my eyes.As you tear and tear your hair from roots,From that same head that you have twice removedA lock of hair you said would proveOur love would never die.

And I sing and sing of awful things,The pleasure that my sadness brings,And my fingers press onto the stringsYou get another clumsy chord.Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie,This weight will now be satisfied,I'm gonna give you only one reply:I know not who I am.

But I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears,Our conversations are circles, always one sided,Nothing is clear.Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack,He says the choices were given,And now you must live them or just not live.But do you want that?